VIDEO GAMES! (p. jackson) (#1)

- four

MRS. O'LEARY WAS THE ONLY ONE HAPPY ABOUT THE SLEEPING CITY.

they found her pigging out at an overturned hot dog stand while the owner was curled up on the sidewalk, sucking his thumb.

argus was waiting for them with his hundred eyes wide open. he didn't say anything. he never does. supposedly it's because he has an eyeball on his tongue. but his face made it clear he was freaking out.

percy told him what they'd learned in olympus, and how the gods would not be riding to the rescue. argus rolled his eyes in disgust, which looked pretty psychedelic since it made his whole body swirl.

"you'd better get back to camp," percy told him. "guard it as best you can."

argus pointed at him and raised his eyebrow quizzically.

"i'm staying," percy said.

argus nodded, like this answer satisfied him. he looked at annabeth and drew a circle in the air with his finger.

"yeah," annabeth agreed. "i think it's time."

argus rummaged around in the back of his van. he brought out a bronze shield and passed it to annabeth. it looked pretty much standard issue—the same kind of round shield they always used in capture the flag. but when annabeth set it on the ground, the reflection on the polished metal changed from sky and buildings to the statue of liberty—which wasn't anywhere close to them.

"one of daedalus's ideas," annabeth said. "i had beckendorf make this before—" she glanced at silena. "um, anyway, the shield bends sunlight or moonlight from anywhere in the world to create a reflection. you can literally see any target under the sun or moon, as long as natural light is touching it. look."

they crowded around as annabeth concentrated. they were in the central park zoo, then zooming down east 60th, past bloomingdale's, then turning on third avenue.

"whoa," connor stoll said. "back up. zoom in right there."

"what?" annabeth said nervously. "you see invaders?"

"no, right there—dylan's candy bar." connor grinned at his brother. "dude, it's open. and everyone is asleep. are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"connor!" katie gardner scolded. she sounded like her mother, demeter. "this is serious. you are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war!"

"sorry," connor muttered, but he didn't sound very ashamed.

annabeth passed her hand in front of the shield, and another scene popped up: fdr drive, looking across the river at lighthouse park.

"this will let us see what's going on across the city," she said. "thank you, argus. hopefully we'll see you back at camp... someday."

argus grunted. he and the two harpy drivers swerved away, weaving around clusters of idle cars that littered the road.

percy whistled for mrs. o'leary, and she came bounding over.

"hey, girl," he said. "you remember grover? the satyr we met in the park?"

"WOOF!"

"i need you to find him," he said. "make sure he's still awake. we're going to need his help. you got that? find grover!"

mrs. o'leary licked his face then raced off north.

pollux crouched next to a sleeping policeman. "i don't get it. why didn't we fall asleep too? why just the mortals?"

"this is a huge spell," silena said. "the bigger the spell, the easier it is to resist. if you want to sleep millions of mortals, you've got to cast a very thin layer of magic. sleeping demigods is much harder."